I asked my husband to fill my water bottle this evening and it led to another of our humorous exchanges.
After passing me my filled water bottle, I held it up to the light and observed the translucent fruit juice within.
“Oh, the Vimto is like my husband’s domination – it’s barely there!”, I teased.
“Really?”, he said wryly. I shot him a smile.
Come at me, bro.
“That’s not true though, is it?” he whispered, trapping me between himself and the wall.
I kept my eyes to his, not backing down and not backing away. He could try his sultry Alpha male as much as he liked, I’m used to it. I raised the bottle to my lips and took a sip.
“Hmm, it’s quite sweet actually” I said, surprised by quite how much flavour such little cordial had created.
Sir smirked me and kissed me deeply, tasting the sweet berried drink on my tongue.
“Like you, then” he muttered. I squirmed. He wasn’t doing this to me, not now, not here. His hand gripped lightly around my throat as he kissed me again.
“You love it, don’t you?” He growled. “You love it when I eat your sweet pussy”.
“Yes”, I squeaked, scarcely able to stand.
“Yes, what?” He growled, his hand tightening briefly around my neck.
“Yes, Sir” I sighed as I succumbed to him completely.